The mornings are finally, thankfully, cooler now. I love this, though the additional darkness and chill make it even harder to leave the warmth of my bed. Yesterday morning, I could hear birds chirping before I stepped out on the landing.
On the landing, as I looked around at the early fog, a small brown bird, like a sparrow, but sleeker, landed on the rail less than three feet away, and examined me.
"Good morning," I wished him. He scrutinized me, and flew on his way.